When you're the father of boys, how you worry
But when you're the father of girls
You do more than that ... you pray

From the time of diaper and pin
'Til the time they cry "Don't come in!"
'Til the time you gown them in white and give them away
You worry, you worry, you worry night and day
When she's a plain little girl, how you worry
But when she's a beautiful thing
You do more than that ... you pray

Boys come 'round when they want a date;
Girls may only stay home and wait
When she's out, you sit up all night
With her first baby toy
You trust her, but worry
'Coz you were once a boy

When you're the father of boys, how you worry
But when you're the father of girls
You do more than that ... you pray